Under the Silver Lake

Bored, drifting, idle, amenable, overwhelmed by absolutely nothing, sought after and welcome everywhere, not awkward or creepy or uptight or dismissive, never really sayin' much, never that sure of what you mean or are trying to say, searching for something without knowledge or method yet providing fresh insights into that which you seek, no matter what you try, no matter where you go, the subject of your investigation closely tied to what you've been watching on tv, your favourite video games, the women who love you, your raw unfiltered instinct, solutions to random conspiracy theories discovered along the way, carefree choice deterministically diagnosed, skunk stink bears no repercussions, as if you are, undeniably, L.A's stablest, most heroic bro.

You have everything you need without working.

You're desired everywhere.

You achieve your goals without thinking.

No matter what, you succeed.

Your goals aren't lofty, you're just looking for the blonde who used to swim in your apartment's pool before she suddenly disappeared, but intertwined with your humble slightly pervy objectives are those sought by men and women throughout human history, as if you've accidentally substantialized grasped sociohistorical meaninglessness.

In unsung purest Dada.

It's like you're in a library and you randomly choose different books from diverse sections to prove a thesis you didn't know existed prior to waking up hungover.

Like every innuendo you ever speculated upon bore cohesive communal fruit which was as succulent as it was crowd pleasing.

Like you were at the centre of manifold concentric circles the alignment of which generated personalized interstellar phenomenon harnessed inclusively, just for you.

The kind of narrative which demands its director includes his or her middle name.

Random synergies chaotically cultivated ask, "what's Under the Silver Lake?", in David Robert Mitchell's latest film.

It's film noiry.

It's coming of age.

It's David Lynchy.

It's a bit nutso.

Still, if you're wondering if you can fall for another hapless protagonist who accomplishes much more during his miraculous quest than his ends ever intended, you'll likely enjoy it as much as I did, indubitably, by all means.

Essential undergrad viewing.

Well suited to late August.